She rolled from side to side, pushing against him. Then with one big thrust he buried it in her right up to his balls. I went back and sat down as he... started to piston in and out of her. From where I was sitting I could see his balls slapping against her arse. I could see his face in the mirror opposite, the sweat beads on his brow dripping down onto her breasts mixing with her sweat; and I could see his hands gripping her legs at the knees, pushing them wide apart, his perfect black arse. I told him how I had acock in my ass almost every day, and some days several times. And finallyI told him how I had gone without all week, and was in desperate need whenJack had come into my room."Wow, what a complete slut," Coach said, pumping me faster. "You doanything those two say? Anyone?" I nodded. "You are their sex slave, andthey don't seem to mind sharing." I don't know why, but my cock got evenharder when he said the words 'sex slave'. I watched in the mirror asCoach's torso. I was crying, begging, pleading him to stop, but he didn't. My mother stood behind him yelling and screaming trying to pull him off me but he kept pushing her to the floor. "Shut up bitch!" he yelled at her, "Shut the fuck up!" Another blow on me.You're probably asking yourself what's going on. Let me tell you. My name is Stephanie, I was 18 years old when this happened. I was born as a boy but always felt like a girl. I always dressed up in pink dresses, tank tops, bras, stockings, thigh. What was wrong with her?Olivia searched for the glass of water and sat up to gulp it down. She pressed the cold glass to her neck. Ahhh...mm...that was better. She flipped the pillow and tried to sleep. Minutes ticked by. She turned over. The clock showed 2:30 am. She couldn't relax; she was too tense with conflicting emotions.Olivia tried to forget her name growled in that husky voice. The words he used. They lodged in her brain. Buried deep. Reassembled into something new. A promise of sorts..